TIFY Quest

This is a 30.4 mile ride. It will be a "good" ride if I am still riding my Bontranger mountain bike haha. I will have a messenger bag full of food and clothes and maybe a sleeping bag.

I am only able to attend the last two days of TIFY (29th & 30th). I've got to save some money and I need to keep working so I will have to made dew with those days. Hopefully I can keep myself from buying everything I want. I do have a lot of money, but it all goes to paying off school.

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Ribbons

Today I did a little bit of rough math while I was doing nothing at work today. I figured if I made one hundred dollars a week until I had to pay my tuition on March twentieth starting this week, I would be in the clear. I already have about $700 in the bank as well. I usually make more than that a week. Plus Christmas and my birthday are coming up and usually get some cash flow from that. So I'd like the very few people that read this and give a nice imaginary middle finger to the American flag. I'm not going into debt with loans and I'm so stoked on that. This also means I will have the finances to get my new fixie soon! I might be able to get her a day or so after Christmas if everything goes well. An just in case Chelsie is reading this I put in a picture of me and her Christmas present. Her mother and I have been torturing her about what it is and it has been fun.

Oh Fireworks

When I turned eighteen I made some goals I needed to do before I turned twenty years old. I pretty much forgot what they were since I thought of them when I was awake for about thirty hours. I remembered two of them one of which I have accomplished. One was to get a tattoo, which I got a few months ago in Canada. The other goal I though of was to get back the six pack abs I lost from doing nothing for the longest time haha. I now have two more to add to this and since I writing them in my handy dandy Blogger account I can remember them. One is to record four songs in the hardcore to pop punk style (Undecided) made by myself and do the singing as well. I'll get someone to do that drums seeing as how I'm nt the best in the world. The other is to buy a Les Paul. I don't really care if its a Gibson or not though. I'm pretty content with an Epiphone.

My white fluffy cat Maxwell is super sick. He has been turding and pissing everywhere, and not the "non-stink" poops. These smell unbearable to these nostrils. My mother is taking him to the vet. He decided to turd all over himself in the cat carrier before she left. I bet that was a sight to see/ smell.

TIFY is coming up and I am stoked as ever. I haven't been in a year or two due to either lack of money or being on tour with the now multi-platinum No Harm Done. I have the money and the time off this year so I can make the time in my super duper busy schedule (I do nothing) to go. Tomorrow should be spent in Orlando with Chris, Dylan, and Nathan to pratice for our power-voilence musical endeavor. This should turn out to be pretty fun. And Matt Cantwell will be returning home in a few days. I wish I could have gone on his US tour with him and all the other people I love (Except for Charles for disclosed reasons between Tommy and I haha).

Rusty in the legs

Today was a seemingly horrible day at first. I got up at 10 and did nothing for a while. I got a call from DSC saying that they were helping people get everything done to enroll for school. I figured if I don't go down there now I never will. My mother offered to take me and I refused and took my bike instead. The weather was really nice the whole way. I haven't been riding my bike as avidly as I usually do so the ride was a little bit of a work out. I had a horrible pain in my upper waist on the left side. I hadn't had one in forever, but I decided to stop being a little boy in diapers getting his first "bike induced scrape" and continued to pedal faster. The pain went away after 5 minutes of vigorous riding. After that pain came another one. I got some numbness in my crotch, but didn't think about it. Later I took a stand to scratch my penis/ball sack to find out that there was a pain in my penis. I guess there wasn't enough blood flow getting to it. I rode standing up for a while and then sat on the seat in a manor where maximum blood flow could continue on its usual path. I arrived at DSC in some good time. 45 minutes. I quickly found the rusted bike rack and headed for the administration office. I was sent to take my CPT. I was extremely nervous. I had not been in school since May of this year. I was in there for about an hour and a half to two hours. I saw my scores and I was dumbfounded to see that I had extremely good ones.

Reading- 96% (Needed a 83% to pass)
Sentence Skill- 88% (Needed a 83% to pass)
Arithmetic- 101% (Needed a 72% to pass)
Elementary Algebra- 72% (Needed a 72% to pass)
College Math- 51% (Needed a 44% to pass)

I was so stoked to find out I passed all the sections. Now I just have to pick my classes and I will be on my way.

In other news I am still winning my secret gift I'm getting for Chelsie for X-mas. If I don't win this I don't know what I will do haha. I'm sure I will get it though, I don't really care how much I have to pay.